Wednesday Night Drinks: June 2007

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

WND brain-freeze

Once upon a time, Harry S. Trumpet and Yoko Oboe were hopping down the path when all of a sudden... Jesus, am I running out of ideas over here. It's just a damn drinks invite for crying out loud. My brain hurts, people!

Join Jay to rub my temples this Wednesday after 8:30 at:

Bar Noir at Maison 140

140 S Lasky Drive
Beverly Hills, CA 90212
Cross Street: Charleville

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

WND halftime speech

Look, I could say a lot of things right now: how proud I am of all of you, how I've watched every one of you grow into a warrior, but I don't need to do any of that. You want a piece of that championship? Well, it starts right now. You're going to go out there, give 110 percent and show the world what you're made of. You know what else? You're going to show yourself what you're made of. There's a gleam out there - let's get the gleam. If we die, we die together, but just remember: the score doesn't tell the whole story, it's going to come down to who wants it more, and it's time to play for keeps. I look around this list and I see heart, I see guts, and I see winners. Most of all, I see damn fine people. So, let's go out there and have some fun. Stiffen the sinews and summon up the blood, for this is the dream; this is the moment. Let's huddle up.

Drinks. Wednesday. After 8:30.

Father's Office

1018 Montana Ave
Santa Monica, CA 90403
Cross Street: 10th

Coach

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

WND spoiler alert

I just found out about the final "Sopranos" episode... it's going to be a total rip-off of the final "M*A*S*H" episode. Can you believe it?! Apparently, news that the Korean War has ended is confirmed, splitting up our merry band of misfits once and for all. The final, haunting image of Paulie's spelled-out message, "I gotta take a leak," brings a bittersweet smile to Tony's face as he flies off in a chopper, no doubt headed to perform countless Groucho imitations and bowel resections in Crabapple Cove. I guess you'd have to be a complete idiot not to see that coming.

Join Jay and me for drinks this Wednesday after 8:30 at:

La Poubelle

5907 Franklin Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90028
Cross Street: Bronson

How many have you been to?

Los Angeles
3rd Stop
4100 Bar
72 Market Street
Air Conditioned
The Alibi Room
Baja Cantina
Bar Lubitsch
Bar Marmont
Bar Noir at Maison 140
Barcopa
Barney's Beanery
Beauty Bar
Beechwood
The Belmont
Bigfoot Lodge
Birds
Boardner's
The Brig
Boulevard Lounge
Bowery
Burgundy Room
Cat & Fiddle (the first bar in L.A.)
Chez Jay
Coronet
The Crescent Hotel
Daddy's Lounge
The Derby
The Dime
Dresden
Eat on Sunset
Edendale
El Carmen
El Guapo
Father’s Office (santa monica)

Father's Office (culver city)
Formosa
Frank N Hank’s

The Garter
The Gaslite
Good Luck
Hinano Cafe
Hollywood Social Club
Hop Louie

Hush Lounge
James Beach
Jones

Johnny's Cocktail Lounge
La Poubelle
Liquid Kitty
Lola’s
Magnolia
Monroe's
The Other Room
Rainbow
Red Lion
Red Rock
Renee's
Roosevelt Hotel - Tropicana Bar
Roost

Rush Street
S Bar
Saints And Sinners
Sapphire Lounge
The Snake Pit
The Spanish Kitchen
Tangier
Tiki Ti
Tiny’s KO
Tom Bergin's
Venice Whaler
Viceroy
The Village Idiot
Voda
The Well
The Woods
The White Horse
Winston’s
The World Cafe
YE COACH & HORSES

New York

10th Street Lounge (where wnd began)

Bar 9

Chelsea Billiards

d.b.a.

Eight Mile Creek

Eugene

Happy Ending

Lincoln Center - Midsummer Swing

Lounge 24/8

McSorley's

Motor City Bar

O'Neals

Park Bar

Pop

Roxy

Rhone

Rudy's Bar & Grill

Swim

What is WND?

"Join Mike and me for Wednesday Night Drinks this Wednesday at:
10th Street Lounge
212 E 10th St
NYC
Cross Street: 2nd Ave"

That was the first, scintillating email I sent about wnd back in October of 1998. My buddy, “Iron” Mike, had suggested we start a casual get-together at a bar on Wednesdays since people usually have plans on the weekend and it's nice to have a mid-week break. The idea was that he and I would host, showing up to said bar where some of our friends would join us and... well, that was pretty much it. Sometimes 30 people graced us with their presence; sometimes it was just Mike and I catching up on the last 15 seconds. Whatever the turnout, it was always fun and a great way for our friends (and hated enemies) to meet each other.

We began at the 10th Street Lounge in the East Village, and stayed there. I just calculated that from October 24, 1998 (the first wnd) thru July 19, 2000 (the 76th wnd), we never switched bars. That's 76 times at the same bar. If I could go back in time, I guess I'd tell Mike and myself... How about a little variety, guys?! Switch it up, for god's sake! Is this some kind of Skinner Box experiment? Open a yellow pages. Something.

Amazingly, and without the help of my time travel, we started mixing in other bars. We kept wnd going though the beginning of 2005, at which time I moved to Los Angeles. I then solicited the help of my buddy, "Iron" Jay, to continue the tradition out west, where it has now flourished for nearly 4 years. Jay's most notable contribution was spearheading the idea that we never repeat a bar (with some very special exceptions) which is now the policy. Since he's the Bar-Czar, in charge of finding new locales, you might say that was a dumb idea. Way to think that one through, Jay-Jay.

In the early days, I'd send a brief email invite (see above) for purely informational purposes. As you can imagine, that got boring real fast, and worse, started to resemble spam. So the challenge became, and remains to this day, how to craft an email that won’t elicit the response, “Unsubscribe! Unsubscribe!” It’s not enough simply to avoid pestering: people actually have to look forward to the reminders. Since it's now been nearly 10 years, we figured it was time to put all the idiocy in one centralized place where people can mock me more efficiently. That said, peruse these many invites, each listed under the very date that particular wnd took place, so that you can determine for yourself the exact moment you would have blocked my email address.

That tingle you now feel is anticipation.

A Post From The Future

Wednesday, December 31, 9999

Yes, it's the year 9999 as you'll notice both from the date of this posting and how awful my 8000+ year-old wife and I look in the photo. We're so old - so very, very old. The skeptics among you might think that the Jeremy of your time somehow manipulated the timestamp, as if I/he were some sort of, I don't know, computer genius. You flatter us. Blogs such as these are too carefully constructed and honed to perfection to allow for such horseplay.

Wnd is of course still going strong, so you have that to look forward to when your body starts to decay in unbelievably disturbing ways. I'd tell you about how different things are in the future, but I've never been particularly observant. Even as a kid, my parents would ask what camp was like and the only thing I could remember was drinking bug juice. Sure, I could make up stuff for you all about the amazing technology we now have and the really great sit-coms that are hilarious, but what's the point? Knowing what happens in the future won't clean all those dishes you left in the sink, will it?

(We're all about pithy aphorisms here in 9999.)

I should probably take a nap since I'm really unbelievably old. Ancient really. There's probably a better word that captures the sheer breadth of my age, but I can't think of it.

Oh, crap! I just realized tonight's New Year's Eve 10,000 and my nice pants are at the shop. What a bummer.

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1 comment:

Dominica said...

I'm very disappointed to see that punctuation marks are still alive and well in the year 9999. There goes the PhD thesis I've been toiling on for years entitled, "Banish the Question Mark: What Good Is It"

Thanks a lot.

June 17, 2008 1:21 PM

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